Kingdom’s Bloodline

On the court, Thales calmed down a little, feeling the more active Hell River Sin flowing through his body again.

Since the end of his adventure in the desert, he has found that the crime of prison river is more solid and sufficient. Compared with the previous "Ten Second Real Man", it can withstand consumption for a longer period of time.

And after the power of termination dissipated, the fatigue and numbness it left on the body also decreased accordingly.

Sure enough, Thales thought to himself:

What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

Of course, this is not without cost - since being seriously injured by Nicolai, his left wrist is no longer as flexible as before, which more or less affected his use of shields.

And it would be even better if the Hell River's Sin was running, and its temper became better accordingly.

"Your Excellency, I am Gianluca Commuto."

Kong Mutuo is a short, stocky man with dark skin and a shy smile. At first glance, he looks like a kind, optimistic and strong uncle Ben Si who has been hit by wind and frost next door. .

Thales noticed that the other party subconsciously glanced in Mallos' direction from time to time.

"I used to be a first-class security officer in charge of protecting dignitaries in the Inner City Security Office." Facing the Duke of Xinghu, Kongmuto smiled so brightly that he was flattering:

"I am honored to pass the examination and selection and enter the royal guard."

"Now, I am one of the new guards in your personal guard."

police officer.

Thales took a deep breath:

Well, he is quite familiar with this.

Whether it's those blue-skinned men with upturned nostrils in the West Ring District who are in cahoots with the Blood Bottle Gang.

Or some stupid big guy who is not very bright, and once he loses his job, he will unfortunately go back to inherit the title and family property.

But before he could think about it, the battle in the field had already begun!

clang!

There was only a muffled sound, and Thales' arm shield collided with Kong Mutuo's sword!

Kongmutuo was not as modest as Piloga before him. His aggressiveness in attack was in contrast to the flattering smile on his face.

Thales moved his feet, drew out his long sword, and exchanged offense and defense with the opponent several times in the air.

When the metal collided, the Duke of Xinghu in the senses of hell found that Kongmutuo's sword style was quite satisfactory. It was not as exquisite as Piroga's, and it was not as rough as the orcs. The level of going and never returning after opening Daheyi.

The offensive and defensive advances and retreats between the two were evenly matched for a while.

This surprised Thales.

but……

clang!

Thales once again withstood the opponent's blow with his arm shield.

He gritted his teeth and stabilized his footsteps, and the crime of prison river rushed forward with all his strength, pushing the opponent away without showing any weakness.

But at that moment, Thales screamed in his heart:

Under his push, he felt that the opponent's sword was light and light, without any effort at all.

Sure enough, Kong Mutuo easily passed the shield in front of Thales, and the sword turned on the shield.

In the next second, the crime of prison river exploded in his body again, bringing an indescribable sense of trembling.

But Thales only had time to turn around!

clang!

Boom!

The crisp sound of metal collisions and the muffled sound of bludgeoning flesh and blood came one after another!

"oh……"

Amid the low uproar of the guards, Thales gritted his teeth and staggered back, knelt down on one knee, with his shield on the ground.

The sharp pain and numbness in his shoulder told him:

This round is over.

Kong Mutuo, who was a former security officer and now a security officer, nodded with a smile, retracted his practice sword, and did not continue to attack.

It is the hilt.

Thales gasped in pain, turned his aching shoulders and arms desperately, and told himself this.

At that moment, he pushed Kong Mutuo's sword away with his shield, but did not block the opponent's hilt.

The cross guard on his sword followed like a shadow, taking advantage of the opportunity of pushing his shield forward and pushing his arm forward, it spun repeatedly.

If Thales hadn't reacted in time, this attack would probably have hit the ribs under the arms.

Then he basically lay down.

But even so...

Thales took a deep breath.

His shoulder sockets...

Ah, what a pain.

The northern military swordsmanship also uses the hilt to control the enemy, but most of them are in a stalemate between the two, and other methods fail to work. It is rare for Kongmutuo, and all the foreshadowing is for the situation of the hilt.

On the sidelines of the training field, Doyle blew on his hair and poked Glover.

"Oh, Ji'an's trick... I saw it when the guards bullied newcomers... In short, he is not easy to deal with."

Glover snorted softly.

The audience members of the guard commented in a low voice, and some people let out a faint laugh.

Mallos, who was watching the battle, turned his head, thoughtful.

Conmuto did not pursue, but waited amiably for the Duke to regroup.

"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency the Duke," he said with a long sword in his hand, smiling unabated:

"But I think you don't want me to hold back either, do you?"

Damn.

Thales exhaled, feeling the guilt of Hell River rushing to his shoulders, relieving the numbness and severe pain.

His left arm is better now.

"Jian worked hard in the security hall," Mallos' voice that was no longer unfamiliar sounded again:

"Experienced skills in the streets and back lanes."

"Strictly speaking, his skills belong to the trend of practical combatism that has emerged in China in the past century. It is especially popular among hired knights and pioneering nobles. It is called 'new wave'."

Thales turned his head, and as expected, the watchman folded his arms, looking like he was watching a show.

"And in recent decades, the 'fashionable' knights have also learned a lot of experience from domestic and foreign wars, including mercenaries, only seeking to adapt to the battle situation, seeking to win and survive, so their style is flexible and informal , a mixture of hundreds of schools."

"Of course, trendy is also often criticized by other genres: disorganized, scattered, short-sighted, and without focus."

The watchman smiled slightly:

"Conversely, it's also the toughest to deal with—you never know what surprises lie down there."

Trendy?

Thales slowly breathed, and refocused on Kong Mutuo.

The other party still had that simple and honest smile.

mercenary?

Thales was thinking, and suddenly remembered a person.

black sword.

The young man remembered that the other party was on the cliff in the sky in Longxiao City, defending, escaping, luring the enemy, looking for opportunities, and overpowering the enemy...

He thought of the scene where he used all kinds of means to fight against the magician of Qi without losing the wind.

He even thought of the other party's "carrying" (Thales has been trying to find a better transitive verb) himself, rushing towards the multi-headed monster Kirika in the sea of ​​blood in the shield zone.

While thinking about it, the crime of prison river surged again, as if he was dissatisfied with the aggrievedness of this round.

"Sir, you are overrated, I'm just a..."

Kongmuto responded to Mallos with a smile.

But before he finished speaking, Thales' attack came before him again!

clang!

Thales gritted his teeth and attacked with a sword, but Kong Mutuo skillfully blocked it, and the opponent immediately pressed forward and stabbed him with a sword.

The young man knew that the opponent was full of tricks, he waved his sword to block, and stepped back smartly to prevent another attack.

But the next moment, the senses of hell suddenly trembled, and the ominous feeling came again.

Sure enough, Thales felt a shock in his leg.

He lost his balance!

Damn.

The Sin of Hell River roared.

Before he could think about it, Thales tried his best, turned around, and rolled out of the battlefield in a embarrassed posture!

Boom!

Kong Mutuo's knees leaned heavily on the sand, making a frightening muffled sound.

After this round, the guards let out a low uproar again.

But the young man avoided it anyway.

Thales got up in shock and looked at Kong Mutuo who looked slightly surprised.

stumbling?

Thales wanted to ask if the other party had learned to wrestle, or knew a former guard who also liked to trip in melee.

but……

Thales took a deep breath and straightened his body.

After this round, he understood something.

Thales didn't recognize the opponent's finishing power.

But he could feel: in the senses of hell, the moment before the two came into close contact, Kongmutuo's finishing power had already flowed into shape, gathered in a certain part of the body, ready to go.

Such as wrist and hilt, such as waist and footsteps.

Coupled with his little tricks, it can be launched instantly, making people caught off guard.

Moreover, it is not only the power of the end.

Thales panted, looking at the opponent in front of him.

Like Mallos said...

Street skills, flexible style, informality, a mix of different styles?

The crime of prison river started to burn again, more vigorous than before.

How would he face such an opponent?

Thales took a deep breath and patted the dust off his body.

It's not that hard, is it?

At that moment, a figure from many years ago appeared in his memory.

The figure raised a golden-colored saber, pulled away its strong and unbearable figure, and used itself as a weapon.

That figure descended from the sky, fierce and tough, ignoring the opponent's various methods, and withstood countless obstacles from the enemy.

The figure didn't change face, didn't hesitate, broke through Rolf's block one after another, countered Wyatt's ultimate move, cut off Raphael's weapon, smashed Miranda's attack, and suppressed Cohen who was fighting with all his strength. He retreated in a row without any power to fight back.

Finally came to Thales.

He seemed to be burning with flames, galloping like a wild horse.

Rampage.

Tough and fierce.

Indomitable.

Break through all obstacles.

Thales closed his eyes.

The crime of Hell River can be mastered without a teacher, and following his mind, he was about to imitate the final power of that figure, but he was suppressed by Thales on the way.

No.

Thales is not Tuleha, not the Flaming Knight.

The opponent's finishing power may not have such a good effect on him - he can't afford such a large consumption.

And Kong Mutuo was not the five who were defeated in an instant.

but……

The next second, Thales opened his eyes.

The Sin of Prison River burned continuously, making crackling noises, like a faint sneer.

Kongmuto maintained his smile, watching His Excellency the Duke attack again.

The surrounding guards watched the two figures approaching again, but they were not very attentive, and some even yawned.

clang!

Two swords clashed.

Kong Mutuo smiled slightly, and launched a counterattack with a twisted sword that had the charm of Piloga's defensive counterattack.

In the senses of hell, Kong Muto's finishing power is ready to go.

Boom!

Thales' shield blocked Kongmutuo's blade again.

This time, the opponent's sword trembled suddenly.

Thales immediately felt the uselessness of the shield.

He also felt the trembling that the crime of prison river reminded him of.

Sure enough, Kong Mutuo smiled, and his long sword deftly bypassed Thales' shield and hit the boy's swordsman directly!

But this time, Thales' mind was clear.

He suddenly understood something.

How to fight.

It was the same as what he had learned in the past few years when he shuttled back and forth in different political whirlpools and struggled to survive in different desperate situations.

It's not strength, it's not weapons, it's not tactical skill, it's not even finishing power that matters.

but people.

people.

The opponent's finishing power is the same as that of Kong Mutuo himself: he looks simple and honest, but in fact he is smooth and shrewd. He always conceives ingenious countermeasures in advance, and only waits for the time to come, step by step, and reap the results.

but……

The sin of Hell River surged up, filling Thales' left arm!

In the next second, Kong Mutuo was surprised to find that the prince did not dodge or evade, and took his own sword forcefully with the most unfavorable posture.

Thales was in pain, unable to bear it, and dropped his long sword.

The guards let out low exclamations, and some people who had some expectations for the prince shook their heads one after another.

Well, this is tantamount to admitting defeat.

Kongmuto thought regretfully.

He stepped aside to avoid His Excellency the Duke who had lost his weapon.

He still has so many close-up skills in the follow-up, and he can't show them...

But forget it, I planned to lose anyway...

But Kong Muto's thoughts stopped at this moment.

Because at that second, he was surprised to see Thales' shield slipping off smoothly with several straps attached.

A left arm with a clenched fist was exposed.

And the look in the Duke's eyes—Konmuto stared blankly at the face of the other party enduring the pain—is still determined.

Boom!

Another blunt sound!

The boy's left fist hit Kong Mutuo's right rib fiercely!

The strength is astonishing.

At that moment, Mallos, who was watching the battle, frowned.

Kong Mutuo only felt numbness in half of his body, and no feeling in his right arm.

When he thought something was wrong, the Duke's gritted face got bigger and bigger in his field of vision.

Boom!

Kong Mutuo only felt a pain in his forehead, and there was a flash of gold stars in front of his eyes, and he lost his balance.

thump!

Both fell to the ground.

There were two muffled bangs - Thales' shield and Kongmutuo's long sword both fell to the ground.

After a few seconds, everyone came back to their senses.

Conmuto was already lying on the ground.

Shocked and angry, the former police officer struggled to get up, only to find that Thales had already sat on him at some point.

"Duke...Your Excellency the Duke?"

The young man rested his left hand on his neck, and was dragged by his side by the right arm of the downed long sword, trembling slightly.

Among the already relaxed crowd, there were bursts of suppressed exclamations again.

On the sidelines, Mallos thought deeply, turning his head to talk to a member of the guard from time to time.

"You've done well, Guardian, Gian Commuto."

Facing Kong Mutuo with a face full of embarrassment, Thales panted and showed a weak smile:

"It's just that I slackened in the end, and I took advantage of the opportunity."

The exhausted boy stood up tremblingly, and looked at Kong Mutuo who felt ashamed:

"A little tip."

"Don't do that—especially when you're up against orcs."

Kong Mutuo got up obediently, without daring to look at Mallos, apologized incoherently, and left in a hurry.

Thales then let out a breath.

The crime of prison river is still rushing in his veins, and the momentum of victory is like a flood behind a dam, waiting to pour down at any time.

But Thales stopped his hands anyway.

The young man staggered back and turned around, panting and picked up the water bag to calm the churning of the crime of prison river.

"Although Ji'an released the water, how can I say..."

Doyle squinted at the back of Kongmutuo facing everyone facelessly:

"In actual combat, Ji'an will lose his throat, but our prince will also lose his right hand."

D.D shook his head helplessly:

"This desperate move, as well as the previous method against Piluojia... Sure enough, our prince came back from the north."

However.

"No."

Glover said coldly, and answered simply:

"In actual combat, the prince will lose some saliva."

Doyle was taken aback:

"What?"

"saliva?"

Glover looked at him with burning eyes:

"Then Ji'an will be swarmed by us... and be crippled."

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, the two were silent for a while.

"Um, you're right..."

Doyle blinked, then nodded awkwardly:

"Is this so real?"

Glover ignored him and turned around.

"But I still can't see it," Doyle stared at Thales, wondering:

"Does he really have the power to finish?"

But if he didn't... how did he do it?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Thales took a deep breath and put down the water bag.

Feeling the emptiness and excitement in his extremities after the sin of Hell River faded away, he ignored everyone's discussion and scrutiny, and looked at Mallos who said nothing.

"Is it enough?"

"Have you confirmed my finishing power?"

Thales said angrily:

"My dear head of the guard?"

All eyes were on Mallos.

The watchman discussed with the guard members around him, and then looked at Thales.

"I think I have some clues, Your Highness," he narrowed his eyes:

"But it can't be confirmed yet."

Thales let out a breath.

Some eyebrows.

Can't confirm?

That means……

Sure enough, Mallos nodded and gave an order:

"Mike!"

"You go."

As soon as this remark came out, the guards exchanged suspicious glances back and forth.

Soon, a man in his thirties came out of the guards. His face was smooth, his eyebrows were soft, his clothes were neat, and he was meticulously groomed.

Thales sighed again, lamenting how time passed so slowly.

Is this a wheel fight?

"Oh no, he's not calling people from the guard wing and logistics wing anymore," Doyle's expression changed, and he pointed at Mallos to Glover:

"That's not a good sign."

A man in his thirties came to the venue and saluted respectfully.

"Mike Zoneveld, Your Highness," the Zoneveld knight known as Mike is soft and elegant, but his accent has the roughness that Thales is familiar with:

"Nine years ago, I officially joined the royal guard."

Thales nodded helplessly in return.

Zoneveld's words are concise and his words are careful:

"By the way, I'm left-handed."

Zoneveld took off the sword worn on the reverse side, and took a practice sword from the weapon rack:

"The attack will be violent and...surprise."

"You are careful."

Thales showed a weak smile and started to get dressed again.

"Wait, Zoneveld, this last name..."

Doyle on one side scratched his head:

"I seem to have a little impression?"

Glover silently responded beside him:

"'Kurozune'."

black... what?

D.D showed doubts.

Glover didn't even look at him, but said silently:

"The family of executioners during the time of the Red King used to be among the seven servants of Canxing, and there were no less than three earls who died in their hands alone."

"Until the crowning of the virtuous king, during the rebellion trial, they were convicted one by one, liquidated and held accountable, deprived of their titles and fiefdoms."

Doyle showed a look of sudden realization.

Glover is expressionless:

"But you should know better than me."

Doyle frowned again:

"Why?"

Glover slowly turned to Doyle:

"Because of 'Hezune, Baidoi'."

Doyle was slightly taken aback.

"'The Red King has two attendants, and the widow and the widow cry day and night'."

Glover said coldly:

"Two hundred years ago, your family was as famous as them."

Danny Doyle blinked.

"Wow," after a while, D.D turned around in embarrassment and numbness:

"Yes, is it?"

You know this as well?

We're still chatting here, but Thales has already met Zoneveld's sword!

Like Kongmuto, Zoneveld was not at all polite and took the initiative to attack.

But this time, Thales' face changed from the opponent's first blow!

Zoneveld is different from his two previous opponents.

clang! clang! clang!

Three sharp sounds!

Zoneveld's expression was calm, and the fast sword in his left hand fired continuously, continuously threatening Thales' chest, calf, and arm!

After blocking three times, Thales was forced to take three steps back, surprised and struggling to resist the opponent's attack.

Compared with the older Piloga and the short and stout Kong Muto, this well-groomed knight is expressionless, but his attack is simple and direct, without fancy!

With a familiar feeling, Thales, who had no time to breathe, hadn't stood firm yet, and Zoneveld's offensive came again!

The Sin of Hell River roared unwillingly, rushing into Thales' arm, but it could only support him to quickly defend.

clang!

Zoneveld's expression was indifferent, but the long sword in his hand became more and more swift and fierce. He was unbiased and went straight. The tip of the sword aimed at the part where Thales was struggling and unstable in the last defense - based on the legs and wrists - and continued to attack.

The most terrible thing is that Thales seldom fights against an enemy with a sword in his left hand. In his opinion, every attack by Zoneveld has a tricky angle, which makes him unexpected and difficult to defend.

However, he was also full of vigor, which made it very difficult for him to defend, so he could only retreat again and again to avoid the edge!

So much so that Thales almost lost his position in the eighth defense, and it was made in an embarrassing step back that was approaching the limit.

Even so, Thales' arm was pulled an inch by the opponent's blunt sword that hadn't struck, and it hurt unceasingly.

But before he had time to rest, Zoneveld's next stab hit along the part he was lifted!

Thales could only grit his teeth and push—maybe he was almost crazy because of repeated frustrations—the crime of prison river, once again...

step back.

And every time he takes a step back, Zoneveld will have a little more offensive advantage next time, making Thales' defense more thrilling every time!

Thales felt the trembling on the shield and the blade and the pain and numbness of the muscles, and the more he fought, the more frightened he was:

He was beaten passively all the way, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

This could not but remind Thales of the years in the Palace of Heroes, and the attacks of the northerners were also so violent and swift, without giving him any chance to breathe.

And Zoneved's attack obviously shocked the audience of the guards, many people pointed and talked about something.

Even Mallos nodded.

"Fuck," Doyle on the side widened his eyes:

"There are still such awesome people in our team?"

Even Glover was quite surprised:

"Either the opponent is too weak, or he is hiding his clumsiness."

"When I was still in the Fuxing Palace, I had never heard of such a person in the vanguard wing."

But compared to the audience's complacency and comments, Thales was not in such a good mood.

He gritted his teeth hard, used his shield to withstand Zoneveld's full force attack, and urged the crime of prison river at all costs, and finally attacked a counterattack.

At any rate, Zoneved's offensive was forced to slow down.

But the opponent just paused for a while, without blushing or panting, and then attacked again, dragging the battle back to the previous rhythm.

Thales is going crazy!

At this moment, he was like a small boat floating in the turbulent waves, pulling the sails with all his strength to ensure that the boat would not capsize.

But the water at the bottom of the boat was getting deeper and deeper.

Can't see it!

However, the opponent's finishing power is endless. In the senses of hell, Thales can even see the opponent's skin shining with stars!

"Your Highness, you should be familiar with this style, right?"

Soon, the familiar, but annoying voice sounded at this moment.

When Mallos' voice fell, maybe it was about his own business, or out of respect for the officer, Zoneveld retreated freely with his sword and stopped the attack.

Thales finally got a respite. He no longer had to defend hard. He gasped for breath. At the same time, he put his shield and long sword on the ground. injury.

Mallos spoke slowly, and nodded to Fubi, the flag bearer beside him:

"Although he was born in the central government, Mike has a cruel stepmother. He was sent to the northern border to be raised by poor relatives since he was a child, and he followed a northern knight as an attendant."

After the words fell, many guard members turned their attention to Zoneved.

"Sir, you actually..." Mike Zoneved forced a smile:

"Don't mention the stepmother."

Mallos smiled apologetically, then looked at Thales, and said seriously:

"Since the founding of the Stars, the martial arts of the northern school have been passed down among the knights in the northern border and the clifflands. They have absorbed many years of experience in fighting the Exeters, and after years of precipitation, they have formed a family of their own."

Thales panted in pain and shook his head towards Mallos to show he heard.

"Not only has the advantages of attacking and advocating suppression like the Yankees, but also retains the traditional knight skills of the stars, and strives to achieve a combination of offense and defense, balance and complementarity, especially the offensive and defensive transitions and will decisions at critical moments."

There was pleasure in Mallos' tone:

"Therefore, the knights of the 'Northern faction' in the kingdom are also called the 'Offensive and defensive faction'. They attack fiercely and fast-paced, but they switch smoothly, defending while attacking, and leading offense while defending."

"Facing the enemy, a little careless..."

"Then it will be a crushing defeat, and the whole game will be lost."

Northern faction?

Offensive and defensive?

The offensive is fierce and fast-paced...

Attack while defending, defend while leading offense...

Thales' breathing was smoother at least, he raised his head suspiciously, and looked at Zoneveld, who was not panting, and was able to do things with ease.

The other party nodded respectfully at him.

"As for the typical representatives among them..."

Mallos folded his arms easily, and said a nickname that made many people think deeply:

"I believe, you must have heard of 'Kingdom's Wrath'?"

Thales paused slightly.

Kingdom Wrath?

Many years ago, the scene of breaking out from Broken Dragon Fortress flashed back in his mind.

Against it, a little carelessness...

A crushing defeat, the whole game is lost...

The prince took a deep breath.

hehe.

Thales curled the corner of his mouth.

I have never heard of it.

but……

etc.

Thales looked at Zoneveld in front of him and narrowed his eyes.

No, not just Kingdom Wrath.

Not just him.

Several different figures appeared before his eyes.

In the dungeon, there is little Barney who is fighting for his life, and Bree who has lost the ability to speak and is rampant like a big bear.

It's them.

"Northern" knights, right?

Thales finally breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

"Let's see, Your Highness," Mallos smiled slightly:

"For the past six years, you have faced Exeter-style martial arts..."

There was light in Mallos' eyes, and he pointed directly at Thales' sweaty face:

"How did you deal with it?"

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